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as an update to yesterday's entry:
i always forget that for me, when all else fails, the magical advice "fuck that shit!" almost always works. so today before class: "fuck that shit!" i read a Women's Health magazine for about 15 minutes: the crucial Me-time that i've lately been missing. i changed into ballet clothes, thought about wearing tights and then decided to "fuck that shit" and went without - instead opting for warm-up pants. went to the stage to find a barre spot, remembered that yesterday company members were bitching about trainees taking their spots, decided to "fuck that shit" and then proceeded to take a spot in the wings, holding onto a tree light. had an extremely productive barre, in which i fucked almost all the combinations and made up my own. in the center, i briefly considered wearing my dead pointe shoes because i thought i'd have more control during dennis' crazy combinations, then briefly considered not wearing pointe shoes at all, then decided to "fuck that shit" (in this case, the "shit" being my usual laziness and apathy toward class) and put on the new pointe shoes. smart move for rachel: the pointe shoes worked so much better than my dead Conservatoire ones. so...in the rest of the combinations, i actually learned the steps (something else i normally don't do) and said "fuck that shit" before every combination...even though michael pink was sitting out in the audience. and most of the combinations worked out better than i usually would have expected.
the moral of this story is: "fuck that shit!"
ps - amy fote is the most gorgeous dancer ever. see below:
